Friday, March 8, 2013

When I was a boy growing up in Wagoner this was the blacksmith shop. The shop was open in the front about where the big for sale sign is now. I don't remember his name but the smith was a big man usually wearing bib overalls with no shirt underneath. In my mind's eye I see him standing at his coal fired furnace pulling something glowing white hot then pounding it at a waist high anvil. Every time the hammer came down the sparks flew. That would have been about 1950.